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Cold Case--Scotty/ChristinaHe knew it was a bad idea the moment that she suggested it. Then he hung up and the words, “BAD IDEA” seemed to be flashing in his head.In part because of the way things had ended the last time he’d seen Christina.In other part because Christina’s sister and his partner was glaring at him like she knew something was up.He kept his face blank, and pretended to be working on a file.He’d told Christina maybe, but it meant no. No, he was nothing going to meet her in Atlantic City where she is now working as a waitress and spend the weekend with her.Definitely not. He wasn’t a kid anymore, and he couldn’t keep going down the same road that led nowhere.So, he wasn’t going to Atlantic City.He took off early on Friday and was in Atlantic City by 8 pm. He found Christina still working and when she saw him her whole face lit up and he was completely and totally fucked.Right back in the same spot with his heart on a platter, willing to take any bit of herself she will give to him.It’s never enough, but it’s always better than nothing.&&&&&&When she finishes up her shift, they go for dinner, then pretend that they’re going to gamble and spend a little time in the casino’s club before both of them stop screwing around.She invites him back to her place, but it seems too close, too intimate, so they end up in his hotel room again.“This is nice,” she says to him as she looks around the big room, “look at that bathtub.”He nods, “My grandparents come down here all the time. They have one of those cards that gets them points so I told them I was taking a trip and the next thing you know I have a free room.”Christina smiles, “That’s sweet. You have a nice family.”She never met them, though he wanted her to, but he’d talked about them all the time.And she’d talked about her family, her sister especially, his partner who would kill him if she knew he was here. Fuck, what was he doing here?”“Damn it, Christina,” he cursed, balling his fists as he tried to control himself.“What?” she said, “What did I do?”He looked up at her. Her eyes were wide and confused, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and he cursed again. There was no point in pretending anymore.Scotty was across the room in three steps, lifting her easily into his arms for a kiss he’d been thinking about since the moment she called him…hell since the moment their last kiss ended.He ended the kiss as quickly as he started it, dropping her back to her feet and stalking away from her. As he paced the room he tried not to look back at her, but he couldn’t help it. She was staring at him, fingers pressed to her lips as she tried to catch her breath.“This is a really bad idea,” he told her, “I shouldn’t have even come here. I wasn’t going too.”“Well, why did you then?” she snapped from confusion and arousal to anger quickly, “No one made you.”“You made me,” he said, stalking back over to her, “you who won’t get out of my head.”Before she could reply he kissed her again and this time she didn’t let him pull away. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned up on her toes to deepen the kiss.And he knew he couldn’t just walk away.
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Annie has always expected a lot of herself.She can remember the first time she brought home an A+. Her parents had looked at her like she was the smartest little girl in the world.So she did it again...and again and soon it was the only thing that mattered.And when she couldn't keep it up on her won she found other things, other ways to make it happen.Then it had all come crashing down.Now, her parents expected nothing but disappointment from her.Her expectations had not gone away, however. She would prove taht she could do it...all on her own. She would get everything that she had before...and more.She had never planned to meet Jeff, Britta, Troy, Abed, Shirley, or even Pierce. She had never expected to find...friends. Friends that liked her when she was crazy, when she was immature, even when she failed.A year after her life had gone up in flames she has no idea what to expect next, but she has one thing that she can hold onto...her own crazy, special Greendale family.She expects that she'll always have that.
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Travis had always loved Laurie’s laugh. It was big and booming just like her. Sometimes just the thought of her big smile, her head thrown back as she giggled at something made him happy.But Travis had never heard Laurie laugh in bed before. It was low and sexy and did nothing to help him keep control.“You’re ticklish,” he whispers as his mouth skims over her stomach.“Yes,” she giggled again, and he did it again, “hey, don’t push it or I might punch you.”“It’s happened before,” he said, “I kind of like it.”“Kinky,” she says, laughing again as she flips them over and settles her body across his hips. Laurie is strong and he really, really likes that about her, “Well, if my fists don’t scare you then maybe this will.”“What?” he asks, then sees where her fingers are headed, “Laurie, no.”Her fingers dig into his body and he lets out a ridiculous giggle that he cannot control. He fights her off, tickling her stomach and soon they are rolling around on the bed laughing like lunatics.Somehow their horseplay turns into foreplay pretty quickly and she chuckles quietly as his knuckles graze her inner thigh.The first time they were together Laurie was crazy and wild. It was amazing and hot, but soon enough he realized that no one had ever taken their time with her. She’d been with selfish men who hadn’t take their time to worship her gorgeous body.He took his time now and was rewarded by the sounds of Laurie’s orgasm…even sweeter than her laughter.Then she was on top of him, again his strong, gorgeous woman, sliding down on his cock and smiling seductively at him.His hips pushed up against her, driving deeper inside of her with every thrust as he watched her breasts bounce as she moved.When his knuckles slid across her stomach this time she didn’t giggle, but she still made him feel more than anyone ever had before.
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“I kind of love you, Derek Morgan.”“I kind of love you…Penelope Garcia.”Kind of was a good way of hiding, a good way of saying how they felt without ever ripping down that last wall and letting it all go.It had to be kind of because she had a boyfriend. Because she had a safe boyfriend, one that she liked and cared for, one that could never really hurt her because he wasn’t truly in her heart.It had to be kind of because he was just a scared little boy too scared to commit; even to a woman he loved more than any other. He could look at her and see everything he ever wanted and needed and he still couldn’t give into it.It was just far too much to give into, far too much to trust that they could love each other and not burst into flames.So they hid behind jokes, sexual innuendo, fake kisses and lots of kind ofs.But that wasn’t the truth.The truth was…She kept him grounded, kept him human and real.He kept her safe, protected her from the scariness in the world.The truth was…They loved each other…no kind of about it.
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Morgan/Garcia, dance. Derek loved dancing with Penelope. He loved her body pressed against his, the smooth feel of them moving together. At the end of what is always a long and tiring day there is always her…smelling sweet and looking beautiful and all his.He pressed his lips against her neck, licking his way down, teeth nipping at her skin where her pulse beats strong and fast. He pulls back to look at her, “Have I told you how sexy you look in this dress?”“Not since this morning.”“Then I’m a terrible husband,” he said leaning forward to kiss her full pouty lips.“You’re the best husband in the world,” she whispered and he knew with absolute certainty that she meant it.The depth of her love amazed him and he was overwhelmed with desire for her. The love he felt for her as he slowly removed each piece of clothing, as he touched every inch of her skin, kissed her and made her sigh, slipped inside her and made her moan and gasp his name.There was nothing like dancing with his girl. He wanted to do it forever.
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Todd/Olive, first timeWhen a girl gets a reputation for selling her body for gift cards to Home Depot and Dunkin Donuts it would be easy to expect her first real boyfriend to expect her to put out.But that just wasn’t Todd. Todd was sweet and seemed just happy to have her at his side. He liked to kiss her nose and bring her little gifts. He liked to cook her dinner and dance in his horrible mascot costume for her.For the first three months of their relationship his hands never wandered off her hips. He was a total gentleman and when she finally brought up sex herself, he admitted the truth.“I’m a virgin too, Olive,” he grinned at her, “Remember the boy that wasn’t ready for his first kiss? Well, he was waiting to be ready for all the rest too.”“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t…realize that.”“Are you going to dump me because I don’t put out?” he asked, “Do you want me only for my body?”“No,” she grinned, “not only. It’s actually kind of nice…good to know. I was wondering if I just wasn’t a turn on at all.”His eyes went dark then and he leaned over to kiss her, “Trust me that is not a problem.”Her own eyes widened as his hands slid, for the first time, down her body and over her breasts. He cupped her breasts in his big, strong hands and she didn’t even care that she groaned like a porn star and pressed against him.“I thought…thought you were a boy who wasn’t ready,” she whispered as his lips slid down her neck and his hands slid under her shirt.“For sex,” he agreed, “but it seems I have a little proving to do about your huge amount of allure.”She couldn’t help but smile a little and then she moaned happily as his hands moved over her body.Soon she was on his bed and she was naked and she would have been shy and embarrassed except Todd was looking at her like she was a supermodel and not an underdeveloped sarcastic ex-fake hooker.Then he was making her come and really…really people totally made this seem like less of a big deal because wow.Wow! She was really glad she’d never done this with anyone else before because Todd was smiling down at her and kissing her softly and she was suddenly really looking forward to her first time.
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Justin considered her way of thanking him for the boat toaster was wearing her leather pants when he came over for a booty call.“You could always come to me,” he said, “I have a real bed…and I can fit in my apartment.”“You fit on the boat.”Just as she said that he hit his head on the ceiling.“You almost fit,” she said with a grin, “and if you lay down already then you’d fit better.”He did lie down because it made it even easier to appreciate her ass in those pants.“I really wish I could figure out a way to fuck you while you were still wearing those pants.”She grinned, “You always did love these pants.”“They’re leather. I work around people who wear boring suits all day…like me. I always loved your outfits.”“Hmmm, I could keep this on for a bit longer.”She pulled off her shirt and bra, climbing onto the bed and straddling him. Facing away from him she rolled her hips and made him groan.“Fucking hell, Katie, you’re amazing.”He sat up, hands immediately reaching around to cup her breasts as she continued to gyrate against him.“Justin,” she arched her back as his fingers found her nipples and tugged just the way she liked.“Turn around,” he demanded, already lifting her off of him.She managed to turn, getting off his lap to pull of the pants. He shoved off his boxers and rolled on top of her. He pressed his lips to hers and she didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss.
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“Walter,” Peter yelled, banging on the closet door, “Damn it, Walter, you let us out of here right now.”“He’s not going to let us out,” Astrid said with a sigh, settling down on a box in the big storage closet, “and you know it.”Peter growled and slammed his hand against the door before beginning to pace.“Is it really that horrible being in here with me? I’m not going to like...attack you.”He stopped pacing and faced her, “Astrid, you know that it’s not...it’s not that I don’t want to be with you.”“I know, I know, it’s not me, it’s you. You’re weird or from a different dimension or something which means we can’t date.”“That isn’t...Astrid, I don’t even know if I am actually Peter Bishop or if I’m...”“I don’t care,” she said, standing and stomping her foot, not caring that she looked like a five year old having a tantrum, “I love you, Peter, and that is all I care about. So stop giving me a bunch of bullshit and either be with me or just...”He cut her off, dragging her against him and kissing her. She was startled, but then her hands clutched at his arms, nails biting in as he deepened the kiss.When he pulled back she was gasping against him, “I don’t want any complaints if I turn out to be some sort of robotic manoid.”“No complaints,” she promised, pulling him close again. He dragged her up, both of them pulling at each other’s clothes.Ten minutes later the door opened.“Damn it, Walter, get out.”“I knew you could do it son, but I’m sure Ariel is cold on the floor.”“It’s Astrid, Walter and would you...get the HELL OUT?”Walter shrugged as he shut the door. He bet Peter and Anabel would make him great grandchildren.
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Prompt: UnderAll day long she answered to a thousand and one names that weren’t hers. It made her a little crazy sometimes, answering to Antoinette and Annabel, and once Aphrodite over and over. Occasionally she gets it right, which is almost worse because it makes her feel like she’s breaking though only to be called Alison the next hour.Peter is always yelling at his father to get her name right, always reminding him. Its sweet that he wants Dr. Bishop to respect her.He tries to make it up to her too. He calls her Astrid all the time, which is not to say that he doesn’t call other people by their names, but he seems to do it more with her.In the morning, its “Good morning, Astrid.” At lunch it was, “Here’s your sandwich, Astrid.”Occasionally it was, “Don’t let the bovine escape, Astrid.”Her name was his every other word all day long.But at night, at night was when she really heard her name…generally while she was pressed underneath his body.Late at night, up on those strong arms of his he stared down at her, his cock thrusting in and out of his body, his mouth moving over her breasts, her neck, her lips, he would whisper her name more times than she could count.“Astrid, Astrid, oh Astrid, I love you.”And it didn’t matter what anyone else called her as long as he said those four words every night.“Astrid, I love you.”
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She wills herself not to cry as she sits on a bench looking out at the water. She will not cry because her ex-husband just declared his love for one of her best friends. She will not.It had been such a nice evening. Lulu and Cruz had announced their engagement, Lucky and Liz were beaming, Maxie was there acting like her sister instead of the pod person she’d been for the last few years, it had all been so nice and normal.And then he’d shown up, fake movie guns blazing declaring that Lulu was the love of his life.And she shouldn’t care. After all she didn’t even love him anymore. She’d dated two different guys since they’d broken up….it was just…two years ago…two years ago she’d left a really great guy to be with Dillon and what did she have to show for it. Two years later and there was no great love, there was no great anything. Her life seemed to be drifting along to nowhere and she wanted the time back. She wanted to go back to that moment and do something different. She just wanted another shot.“Georgie,” she heard Lulu’s voice behind her, “Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” she said quickly brushing away the tears, “I just needed some air. You shouldn’t have left the party.”Lulu shrugs, “Cruz and Lucky are telling the kids stories about how they brought down the big bad Sonny Corinthos. They won’t miss me.”Georgie laughed a little as Lulu dropped down beside her and said, “He’s an idiot.”“Yeah,” Georgie agreed and then after a moment, “But he was always…my idiot.”“Georgie you know, I mean I know after what I did, but I’m sorry about how that hurt you and I’d never want…”“Don’t,” she said, “We got past that a long time ago, and you know that. Even if that hadn’t happened…Dillon and I still would have ended up here. Besides, tonight is about you and Cruz and nothing else.”“But if you’re upset.”“I’ll get over it. Come on; let’s hear about some of those stories.” She grabs Lulu’s arm and pulls her along before she protests further. She needs the conversation to be over.Because until she can find a way to go back in time there’s really nothing left to talk about.&&&&&&Unbeknownst to the two women there is another person on the docks, but he isn’t staring out at the water.He’s watching the one woman he’s dreamed of seeing again for over two years.“Georgie,” he whispers into the wind as he watches her disappear.
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At 30 years old, he wins his first Oscar.He’s been working like a maniac for eight years. He’s worked at absolutely any job whatsoever for several years.Then he hit it big. A short film of his wins awards, he starts to get noticed, and he directs his first film.From there it’s a whirlwind and all he can do is hold on and try not to get lost.Of course his mother is there every step of the way. She drives him insane even as she expertly manages his career.When he’s twenty-seven he buys a big house in Port Charles. It’s his own place to come back to when he’s not working.That’s not really why he buys it though.He buys it because Georgie would have loved it. They always planned to have a nice, big house one day. They always said even after he became famous and made movie in Hollywood they would have a place in their home—in the place where they met and fell in love.When he’s home he goes to Kelly’s and stares at the place where they had their first kiss.He goes the docks and remembers sitting there with her.He goes to the high school and remembers dancing with her.He pretends he’s seventeen again and that they have their whole lives in front of them.When he can’t take it anymore he runs, he flees, back to sun and palm trees and smiling people. He focuses on his work and tries to forget all he’ll never have.He never did forget though. He knew deep down he never would.
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Prompt: futureShe couldn’t have had a worse first week of college. Nothing was going the way that she wanted…nothing was right.
Once upon a time in a far off land you were a queen, here you’re just a loser that will never fit in.
She was a little fish in a big pond now…she was nothing, a loser, a nobody.In her current sad and depressing mood she headed for Chuck’s, wanting his love and affection.More specifically, she wanted him to fuck her until she forgot everything that was going wrong in her life.Instead, she got to his place and found some blonde whore desperate to fuck him. It seemed the only suitable choice was to throw her out…by her fake hair extensions.“Was that really necessary?” Chuck asked, “I was going to show her out myself.”“Well now she’s out. I’m back to school for five days and you’re already fucking some new tramp.”“I wasn’t fucking anyone. I told her I had a girlfriend and she didn’t believe me. It is a little hard to believe,” he added, settling down with a drink.“I’m not in the mood for you to be glib about this. I’ve had to worst week of my life, Chuck. I’m a complete loser at that school. Everyone has these groups and I’m no longer queen of any of them. I’m a fucking nobody.”Chuck slammed his drink down on the table beside him and stood, “You’re what?”“A nobody, Chuck, a complete and total loser.”“Who the hell told you that? Better question is why the fuck did you believe it? Come here,” he grabbed her arm, dragging her into his bedroom.“Ouch, Chuck, come on.”“Look at that,” he said, stopping in front of his full-length mirror, “That, my beautiful Blair, is a pair of royals…a King and Queen.”She lowered her eyes from her reflection, “Maybe a King, but not a Queen anymore.”“So that’s all it takes, huh? One stupid little bitch tells you that you’re a loser and you give up. I thought you were tougher than that.”Her eyes snapped up to meet his, “Fuck you.”“There,” he said, hands coming up to her shoulders, “that right there…that fire. That’s what you need. This little girl’s in your way, other people in your way…what do we do when people are in our way, Blair? Tell me, baby, when some little nothing tries to keep you from getting what you want…what do you do?”Her eyes met his again in the mirror, she took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, “I get them out of my way.”“How?” he pulled down the zipper of her dress, let it pool at her feet.She stepped out and kicked it to the side, “However I have to—brides, threats, blackmail—I do whatever I have to until I get what I want.”“That’s right, baby,” he undid her braid, buried his hands in her gorgeous hair, “because no matter how big a bitch this woman is you are a bigger bitch.”She smiled, leaned back against him as his hands traveled over her body, “I’m Queen Bitch. No one fucks with me. No one fucks with Blair Waldorf.”Chuck smirked against her skin, moving her hands up to grasp the top of the mirror, “Except me.”She smirked, arched her body up to meet his, “Except you, my King.”“Hold on tight, my Queen, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget everything but me.”Blair held on, let everything go away except for Chuck…but later…much later she was going to fuck some other little bitch…twice as hard.
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Gossip Girl, Chuck/BlairChuck looked at Blair, laid out on his bed like some sort of goddess, which she was to him. His Goddess of the Upper East Side. His beauty, his Aphrodite, his everything.He rolled her stocking off and tossed them aside.“Those are expensive,” she pouted at him as he ripped the second one.“I’ll buy you new ones,” he kissed her ankle, the back of her knee, “thousands of them. Enough that I can take them off you for years.”“Well then,” she smiled, reaching up to undo the first clasp of her corset. The movement revealed more of her breasts, pushing them out and making their coverage by any fabric a tenuous thing.“More,” he demanded and slid his hand up her inner thigh, fingers pressing between her legs.She moaned and unclasped another one, but then covered her breasts with her hands, blocking his gaze entirely.He growled a little and slid his fingers under her panties, making her body arch toward his hand. Her hands dropped from her breasts and he bent over to suck on her nipples as his fingers moved over her clit.He knew exactly what his goddess liked.
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History is a loaded word. History is in the past. It’s over and done with and is best forgotten and all those other cliques that don’t mean shit.Charlie DeMarco and Paul Briggs had more history than anyone in the house knows. The house just thinks they used to date or fuck or some combination of that.Fucking would be the least of their problems. Charlie and Briggs share a history of pain. Shit so bad that even drugs wouldn’t dull the ache. It’s the reason that they’re so deeply intertwined in each other’s lifes.It’s the reason that they could never make it together.It’s the reason they can’t stay away from each other.It’s the reason he sneaks into her bed late at night. It’s ridiculous for him to try and hide. They live in a house with people who investigate for a living. Still, he opens the door softly and locks it behind him. He slides in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and whispering her name.His hands slide over her body and steal her breath. His lips cruise over her neck, leaving behind marks she will have to hide while his hands scramble to push up her shirt. These moments are always fast and furious. His fingers slide between her legs and find her already wet and ready for him. She spends her nights waiting for him, sometimes touching herself because she can’t touch him.He’s inside her before either of them have time to rethink, to remember that this never ends well. He moves over her, bodies pressing together tightly. She forgets to close the blinds and anyone from the beach could see them. He forgets where he is and practically screams her name as he comes deep inside her.In the morning he pretends that the marks on his arms aren’t from her nails and she pretends her thighs don’t burn from his beard.After all, when the sun rises the night before becomes history, and history is something they excel at.
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Men are only good for one thing. They’ve got a dick for her to get off on and that’s really all she needs. There’s no reason for a bunch of extra conversation where they pretend to care about her.They don’t care about her. They’ll be gone in the morning just like everyone else in her life from her deadbeat father to her always drunk and passed out mother.Everyone else had nice family with mother that baked cookies and daddies that bowled.She had constant disappointments…so many that she stopped thinking that anyone would ever come through for her.Danny Zuko, well, he was something different.There was a real man there under all that grease and leather. There was a man that wanted to love, wanted to soothe and comfort and care for someone.It took her nearly a year to be proven correct. Danny did want all of that. He just wanted it with pretty, perky Sandra Dee. Instead of being the woman that tamed the Zuko, she’s the maybe pregnant slut that everyone is talking about.All over again there’s words she needs to say, feelings she needs to express…and no one is there to hear her…no one to see what lies underneath the bluster.She’s alone again…alone always.
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Raylan is used to shooting people. He doesn’t like it…that would make him a psychopath, but it is part of his job.He isn’t afraid to kill a person who needs to be killed. He isn’t afraid to do it if it’s justified. He doesn’t sit home at night and feel bad that he’s taken lives. He knows that he had no choice. He’s protected the people of his country and if he has to have blood on his hands to do it then so be it.When he’d left Kentucky he didn’t think that he would have to kill Roland. He imagined catching him and actually bringing him into Witness Protection this time. It was a chance for him to fix a past mistake, and bring a crime family down.He never expected Roland to die. He’d certainly never expected him to sacrifice himself for his girlfriend.In Raylan’s world people were either on the right side of the law or the wrong. When they were on the wrong side he did everything he could to put them in jail and, if necessary, kill them.He should have been happy that Roland was dead. One less criminal in the world and even though there was no witness, he’d still gotten the guy he was after.Instead he feels drained, he feels uncertain and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like that he had to see Roland Pike care for someone, love someone more than he cared for himself. He doesn’t like not being able to view things in black and white.When he gets back to home, he finds himself heading straight for Ava’s place, eager to forget the last few days. He finds comfort in her arms. She makes it easy for him to forget things…to forget himself.It’s another bad idea because it’s just more of an attachment that he shouldn’t be making. He shouldn’t be talking to her about his day, shouldn’t let her soft hands soothe away his ache. It was a bad idea to think about how she smelled sweet and bitter all at the same time.But every time he tries to pull away he thinks of Roland standing up and taking a bullet because he was in love.And he no longer has the strength to leave her arms.
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So many thoughts race through her head as she stands at the edge of the cliff.She thinks of her life before—her privileged, spoiled life when she never did anything more strenuous than spend a day reading and trying on dresses.Now she thinks of a man that died for her…a man that should hate her, a man that should be fighting against her instead gave up his life and effectively ended his people’s chance of continuing to exist.He did that all for her…without even questioning it.She wonders what she could have said to him that could have expressed how she felt at this moment.All of the things she would never get to say.Instead she steps back and lets her actions speak to him.
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She calls to tell her father first and is surprised that he isn’t surprised. She always thought she’d be a cop until they dragged her out, but her Dad knows best. He tells her if she’s ready to go then it’s the right thing.From there it’s easy to tell him the rest of the plan, and then she heads home, books the tickets, packs and is at Bobby’s apartment by five. He’s surprised to see her, but she isn’t surprised to see the empty beer bottles that line his coffee table. At that moment she knows that she made the right decision.“When is the last time you’ve been on vacation?” she asks him.“What?” he blinks at her, a little drunk, “Eames, what are you…what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be…working?”She smiled, “I quit. Turns out I’m not really captain material.”He shakes his head, “Eames, don’t…that’s not going to help me.”“No, but it will help me. I know what I’m doing Bobby. I’ve been a cop a long time, and I’ve been your partner for a decade. I can do it without you, but the truth is I just don’t want to.”Bobby sits down, looking unsure of how to respond to her, “I...I…don’t want to mess up your life anymore. I’m…gone now and you can get everything you deserve.”“I don’t want promotions of accolades. I never did and you should know that. I just wanted to do my job. I did it well for a very long time and now I’m tired and I want a break. Back to that…I asked about your vacations.”“Other than being forced to do nothing during suspensions I haven’t had one in…years. I can’t remember the last time.”“Well, then you’re due one even more than me. Pack your bags, Bobby. We’re going to Florida in the morning.”“Florida?” he asked, “Why Florida?”“Because it’s got lots of sun and warmth. It will be good for us.”“That’s the other part I’m confused about. We’re going on vacation? Together?”“I need a vacation as much as you do,” she told him, coming to stand in front of him, “and you aren’t getting rid of me that easy, Goren.”“Alex, I…”“You’ll see me around?” she said, echoing his words from earlier, “Not good enough. The way I see it we’ve been talking around this thing between us for at least half our partnership. Now, we don’t work together anymore and there’s no reason to deny what else is there.”“Alex,” he repeats again, stops as her hands land on his shoulders. She leans down, kisses him softly and pulls away.She watches his hands tighten into fists as he looks up at her.“We’re still partners, Bobby. We always will be.”He nods, unclenching his hands and laying them softly on her hips, “Where in Florida are we going?”She knows for him just going is a huge step and she won’t push him for more than that. She just lets him cuddle her a little closer as she tells him about their trip.They’ll have plenty of time to talk about their feelings for each other; they’ve got plenty of time for everything.
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He’s a happily married man who loves his wife very deeply. In many ways Amy saved him. She gave him something to look forward to, something to make him try again, live again and for that he was eternally grateful.She gave him the family he had always longed for.Still, occasionally, just every once and a while, thoughts of Jo crept in and took his breath away.Today at the picnic she was standing by the rose bushes, laughing and calling for him to come see something.For a moment everything else disappeared from his mind. There was nothing but her.Jo, his best friend, standing by the rose bushes and smiling at him.Jo, his everything, the first woman he had loved. The woman he had always wanted.Jo, the woman who should have been his wife, was standing there waiting just for him.The fantasy was gone in a moment. Amy called his name. Jo was distracted by one of her boys.He closed his eyes and let the image slide away from him. That was all it was after all. Just an image of what would never be…of what he had to let go.
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When Hawke Snow snarled at people those people usually backed down or apologized or just ran the hell away.The exceptions were his lieutenants, of course, and Sienna.It had been a long time since his snarl affected Sienna if it ever did.“Cut it out,” she told him, “I’m not impressed and you’re scaring Joel.”“Joel should be scared. He should also be running.”Joel attempted to do just that, but Sienna was blocking him.“Joel is not going anywhere. We are doing defensive drills.”Hawke let out another, louder snarl and this time Joel let out a sound so pathetic even Sienna couldn’t take it anymore.“Go ahead, Joel, we’ll get back to work later.”“Definitely not.”“Don’t tell me what to do,” she said as Joel ran.He pointed at himself, “Alpha.”She pointed at herself, “Mate. You’re not the boss of me, Hawke, at least not anymore than I’m the boss of you.”“He grabbed your ass.”“He was falling over. He is desperately trying to impress a girl and I’m helping him look a little more dominant. That’s what good pack members do…they help each other.”He snarled again.“Are you going to do that all night?” she asked, “Because it’s already tired.”He snarled louder and before she could say anything else he had lifted her up and thrown her over his shoulder.“Really? Do you have to parade me through the entire den? Don’t they know I’m yours?”“I like to remind people. That’s what a good leader does.”Sienna sighed as Hawke carried her through the den to their room. Brenna hooted as they passed and some of the younger boys joined her.“I would say this was really embarrassing, but since it’s something we do once a month,” she said when he got to their room and set her down, “I should be used to it.”Hawke crowded Sienna back against the door. His hands slid down from her neck to her back and finally her thighs as he yanked up body up. She had no choice but to wrap her legs around him.The heat between them was fast and overwhelming. One moment she was chiding him for being possessive and the next her hands were tearing at his shirt.Neither of them spoke as they pushed clothes aside. Hawke slid her shirt up, leaving it bunched under her chin to feast on her breasts. Her nails dug into the muscles of his back, urging him closer, demanding he give her more.Her pants were thin and they were no match for his claws which left them in shreds on the floor. Their eyes met as he pressed inside her and she gasped at the perfect feel of him.“Mine,” he whispered in her ear.“Silly wolf,” she said, bracing her hands on his shoulders to get the leverage to move over him, “I always was.”
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“Stop staring at my chest,” Kensi said, for probably the tenth time in an hour.“I really think it’s your chest staring at me.”“Don’t make me hurt you, Deeks, because I will.”He sighed, “Come on, Kens, it’s not my fault we didn’t find anything. The beach is huge. It’s ridiculous to try and find anyone there.”“Callen found him instead and I wasted my day being ogled.”“I haven’t ogled you. Okay,” he continued at her look, “I’ve done a little peeking, but no ogling and very little drooling.”“They’re just tits, Deeks. I’m sure you’ve charmed your way into seeing a few of them before.”“First of all, I’ve charmed my way to many a pair of tits, not a few, and second, there’s nothing just about your rack, Kensi. I’m only a man and I’d have to be dead to not notice them. Notice I didn’t say gay, because even a gay man would want a peek at them.”“So if I showed you my breasts you’ll stop staring at them.”For once it seemed that he was completely and totally without words. He didn’t have a single syllable in his head to utter in response.Instead he just stared at her, at her breasts specifically, as if they were the center of the universe.Then she, his uptight without a sense of humor partner Kensi Blye, undid the strings of her bikini and threw it off to the side. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.“Well, are they everything you dreamed of and more?”He made a sound like he was trying to speak, but again mostly just stared.She walked toward him, smirking as he watched her breasts bounce with each movement, “Deeks, I’m half-naked. Are you going to do something besides stare?”She was baiting him and he knew it and he let her have it, yanking her body against his and pressing his lips against hers. Her fingers reached up to tangle in his hair as they made out, her naked breasts pressed against his own.The next thing he knew his hands were on her breasts and hers were inside his bathing suit stroking his cock.“Dude this is awesome,” he meant to say it in his head, but it came out of his mouth as her tongue traced his ear.“Oh my…don’t you dare call me dude while we’re fucking.”“I, uh, I can call you baby, sweetheart, honey suckle.”“Better yet, shut up and use your mouth for something much better.”
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He didn’t even realize she was there at first. He’d put his guitar and the rest of his shit down and stripped off his shirt before he realized that Grace was sitting in the corner of his room, head on her knees.“Grace?”She looked up and he noticed that her mascara had run, and that there was an expression of total and complete sadness.What the fuck had happened?“Why aren’t you at the prom?”“Prom sucked, after prom sucked….high school sucks.”He isn’t sure what went on, or how dramatic she is being, “Okay, well, you graduate in two days so…it won’t suck for long.”She takes a deep, shaky breath, “I told Mom that I’d be out all night and if I don’t she’ll have tons of questions so I’m sleeping on your floor tonight.”Eli walks over, slowly, reaches down to her. She takes his hand and he pulls her up, leading her over to his bed, “You can sleep here. I’ll get you a t-shirt or something.”She sniffled, “I didn’t think you were going to see me in my dress.”“I had to work, but…you look really pretty, Grace.”“I looked better before the crying jag…stupid date.”He pauses next to his dresser, “What does that mean? What did your date do?”She sighed and turned bright red, “I don’t…I was, uh, it was supposed to be a big night.”“Prom generally is.”“Bigger than that,” she looked at him, then rolled her eyes, “I was going to have sex for the first time.”“Oh, uh,” he felt himself turning red like an idiot, but fuck, he didn’t think about Grace having sex. It was one of the few things he banned entirely from his mind, “Well…that’s…”“It didn’t happen. We weren’t even in the room for a minute and Mike was all over me. He was…”“Grace, did he hurt you? Because if he did…”“He was just…not patient and then when I wanted him to slow down…when I wanted to, I just wanted it to be special and he called me a silly virgin and claimed I was a tease and then…he went off with another girl. So, I came home.”“He’s a fucking asshole,” he said, sitting down next to her and reaching out to stroke her hair, “he walked out on the most beautiful girl there.”“That’s sweet.”“It’s true.”She smiles at him, leaning forward and kissing his cheek, “Thank you, Eli.”He isn’t sure what happens next except that her lips are warm on his skin, she smells like vanilla, and her arms fit so smoothly around his neck. He leans back just enough to catch her lips with hers. The kiss isn’t light or sweet or anything a first kiss should be. It’s fast and deep and he knows the moment her tongue touches his that he’s got to have her.The next few minutes are a haze of taffeta and skin. Her dress finally falls away, his jeans get shucked to the side, and soon they’re rolling on his bed.She isn’t shy like he expected, maybe because it’s so inconceivable that this would ever happen. Hasn’t he spent almost two years denying how much he wanted to taste her lips.He’s above her now, showing her how to put the condom on him before pressing against her. He forces himself to be slow, forces himself to wait, to not hurt her even though she’s tight and wet and the closest to heaven he’s ever been.He kisses her, touches her, and works very hard to make sure that she comes before he completely loses control. After he gets rid of the condom and pulls her close, kissing her hair.She giggles.“What’s so funny?”“This is just…not the way I thought I’d lose my virginity.”“I’m sorry it wasn’t a nice place or…”“No, no,” she says, turning to look at him, “this is so much better. This was…it was perfect Eli. Don’t, I mean, just cause it was perfect, doesn’t mean I expect…”“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing her softly, sinking into it, “we’ll talk in the morning. Let’s just…sleep.”He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her next to him and hoped he figured out how to keep her there come morning.
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Once and Again, Eli/GraceHis fingernails were painted black and as they dug into Grace’s pale skin he couldn’t help but notice the contrast. He was dark and she was light and she was far too good for him.The thought didn’t stop him, however, he wasn’t sure anything short of her telling him to stop could have. He couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t stop running his hands, his mouth, his tongue all over her. She was gasping and moaning beneath him and when she came for the first time he was wanted to scream because it was him making Gracie come.Her legs wrapped around his waist and he moved inside her and he was the first person inside her, no one else for her but him and he needed that, wanted that, wanted her.He always had.
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He had no idea how he made it to his office at all. At one point he thought he was going to embarrass himself in front of half a dozen city employees.However, he somehow makes it, slams the door shut and collapses into his chair. Before he can question how ridiculously inappropriate his next moves will be, he yanks down his zipper and frees his aching erection from the too tight confines of his pants.All it had taken was five seconds…five seconds of Leslie pressed against him. She was soft and sweet. She smelled like heaven and he’d curled his hands into fists to keep himself from burying his fingers in her hair.Now, he let himself imagine his hands in her hair. He imagined his hands in her hair and her sweet, naked body against his. He’d do literally anything to touch her breasts. He’d felt them against his chest and knew they were perfect. He wanted to cup them in his hands, caress her, kiss her until she writhed against him.His hand moved faster as it slid up and down his cock. His thumb swept over the head and then back up again, jacking himself harder. He imagined her there in front of him, her mouth moving over his cock instead of his hand.He was too far gone to hear the door open, but he did hear her…the quiet sound of her voice whispering his name and he was gone.Her eyes met his and he came harder than he ever had before. When he came down from the unbelievable pleasure, he wanted to find a way to hide. He was so embarrassed and waited, hoping that Leslie would have turned and walked out the door.Instead she whispered his name again and the way she said it had him looking up. Her eyes were hot with need and he watched her lock the door…and then she walked toward him and just like that he needed more.
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If someone would have told him three months ago that Jessica Parker was a tease he would have told them they were crazy.Then he would have punched them in the face.Still, he would never have thought it true. His Jess was shy and she seemed inexperienced. Hell, she turned bright red when he took his shirt off.Clearly she was shy and demure.That was what he thought before he started dating her. Now, he knew that underneath all of that shyness and inexperience was a tease just waiting to come out.A tease that seemed to take pleasure in torturing him on 24 hours a day.She said dirty things over secure channels that only she could control.She walked into the locker room and watched him change, running out before he could grab hold of her.She ate many phallic shaped foods. This included but was not limited to popsicles, bananas, asparagus, and one time a very big lollipop that she licked for a very long time.Today the little minx had worn his favorite high heels with those thin, thin hose that attached to black garter with tiny red roses on them.He knew that she was wearing them because she had flashed him while they were in Lester’s office during the ten seconds that he’d turned his back.She knew he had to go straight to a big meeting and that he would spend the next three hours thinking about what was going on under her skirt.Of course, no matter how good she was he was a highly trained officer. When he locked on a target he did whatever he could to get it.First, he had Connor turn off the cameras in a way that forced Jess to leave her desk to go fix them.Then it was just a matter of waiting for her.“Becker!” she nearly screamed as he yanked her into the room, “What are you doing?”“I’m cashing in that promise from earlier.”“What promise?”“That I could get under your skirt.”“I didn’t…” she gasped when his hands slid under her skirt and began undoing her garters, “Hilary…we can’t do that here.”“Yes, we can. I shut down the cameras.”“You…”“You are not the only naughty one here, Jessica,” with a quick kiss to her lips he slid down her body. Quickly he unsnapped the garter on her other leg and slid her panties down her legs.“Anyone could come in,” she said as his thumb circled her clit.“That’s what makes it dangerous,” he grinned up at her before shoving her skirt up to her waist and burying his face between her legs. He loved making her come, loved how completely uninhibited she began. He loved knowing most of all that no one had touched her like this before him and, if he had his way, no one would touch him after.When she came he wasted no time in yanking her up and thrusting inside of her. She was so tight and he was so hot for her after a whole day of teasing that it soon he was coming inside of her, making her scream his name one last time as he did.“I can’t…I can’t believe you did this,” she said again, “anyone could have come in.”“Door is locked,” he revealed, “just teasing you.”“You’re crazy,” she said, slapping his shoulder.“Well, you make me crazy everyday so I think we’re even.”He kissed her again and hoped that Connor kept those cameras off just a little bit longer.
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It takes him seven months, two weeks, three days and somewhere around ten hours to find her. It feels like he can finally breathe again. Even though he’s already worried about what she’s gone through and what he can do to help her.He’s already blaming himself for not finding her sooner.He’s blamed himself all along for that. Now’s he’s just trying to figure out how to never let her out of his sight and give her space at the same time.Because if she’s in the next room over, then there is too much space between them. Its way too far after so long.She sleeps for what feels like days and he sits in the chair beside her bed. At some point she wakes up and reaches for him, wrapping her body around his as tightly as possible.Chloe being the woman that she is refuses to stay still for too long. Soon she’s up and running Watchtower again. She’s barking out orders and guiding them all…protecting them as they go out to protect the city and beyond.Things have changed though. Both of them slow down, give themselves time to rest…time to relax…time to play.He takes more pictures of her and the two of them together. They’re scattered all over his place. He’s bought frames in bulk just to always have somewhere to lovingly place another picture of her smiling up at him.As much fun as they have together, they also stop messing around with their relationship. They stop pretending that they’re just pretending. They tell each other, “I love you” every day. They live together, go to bed together and wake up together far more than they do apart.It’s hard to believe that all of that used to scare the two of them so much. It seemed utterly ridiculous that they were scared of being together. Now, all they want is to be together.That’s the thing that doesn’t scare them at all.&&&&&&She’s been home for four months when she looks at the calendar and realizes she is late. She’s not a few days late, not a week later, but monumentally late.Being held against your will wreaked havoc on your system and when she got back it had taken awhile to adjust and then…it just never occurred to her.So now she’s sitting on the edge of Oliver’s insanely gorgeous and expensive tub and looking at a stick that she peed on.It read pregnant. It always seemed so unclear on television. There were so many directions and pink lines and three lines and now it’s just a word.Pregnant.She’s having a baby. She’s pregnant with Oliver’s baby and that fear that she’d chased away for months came soaring back at her in a rush.What was she going to do now?&&&&&&At first she told herself that she wasn’t telling Oliver because she wasn’t sure. She had to see a doctor and have a blood test and be totally and completely sure that she was having a ba…that she was pregnant.There was no need to tell him and freak him out if there wasn’t anything to actually freak out about.She called Dr. Emil and made an appointment for the next day.She told herself she wasn’t avoiding Oliver, even if she went to sleep at eight o’clock so they wouldn’t have to talk.Emil confirmed what she already knew. She was pregnant...over three months pregnant.That meant that she and Oliver had conceived their child one of the first times they’d been together after all those months apart.It almost felt like a miracle. They’re little miracle and the proof of their love.Dr. Emil put her on pre-natal vitamins and did an ultrasound. He ordered her to come back in two weeks and call him if there were any problems. He wanted her to take it easy, get more sleep and do less work.She asked if she’d hurt the baby the last three months, but he assured her that everything looked just fine.She and the baby were healthy and he was only telling her to slow down because she moved too fast to begin with.When Oliver came home that night he was stressed out and worried about an increase in muggings in Star City. It was easier than she thought to convince herself that telling him now would only distract him from what he needed to do.It was easy to stand up and watch out for him and forget about the fact that everything had changed.A week later, Oliver has delivered the mugger to justice and though it’s far more routine than most assignments they have, everyone come over to celebrate. It’s an old-fashioned crime that they’ve solved and they’re more than a little excited about it.The whole league comes over and Bart is flirting with her and eating three pizzas while AC and Oliver discuss how they took the mugger down like they were dick Tracy.She’s smiling and feeling relaxed for the first time in longer than she can remember. All of the stress of the last week seems gone.Telling Oliver about the baby will be fine. Oliver loves her and they’re together, really together for the first time ever. When she tells him, which she resolves to do as soon as everyone leaves; he’ll be surprised, but also unbelievably happy. She is sure of it.Confident that she knows her man too well to be scared any longer she stands up, eager to end the evening with him.She stands far too quickly, however and suddenly everything is dizzy and she’s on the floor. The last thing she sees is Oliver’s worried face as she passes out.&&&&&&The moment she wakes up he is up and over her. She reaches down automatically towards her stomach and his face relaxes.“The baby is fine,” he says and she’s not sure how to read his tone.Luckily, Dr. Emil comes in then and he feels the room with conversation. He checks her over and asks her lots of questions. Finally he tells her that she need iron and gives her a list of foods to eat. She nods and promises to do as he says. He says he’ll see her again in two weeks and to call if she has any other problems.Oliver just stands there, hands on his hips, listening and nodding and looking like he is barely containing himself.When Dr. Emil says that she can head home once they get back one last test she thanks him for his help and he leaves.Oliver turns away from her and she stares at his back. Even from behind his anger is visible in his every move.She bites her lip. She isn’t going to cry and become a hormonal mess. She has to face this.“I was going to tell you tonight,” she whispered, regretting it almost the second it escaped from her lips.“Of course, that makes sense. You choose tonight to tell me even though Emil told you a week ago…even though you’re more than three months along. You’re going to pretend you didn’t know…that you didn’t have a clue.”“I didn’t…I promise Oliver. After I got back it was all so…I wasn’t thinking and when I realized I might be pregnant I wanted to know for sure. I wanted to tell you right away Oliver, but I was scared.”“Scared of being stuck with part of me forever?”“No!” she cried the word.“Are you sure? You spent nearly a year saying I was nothing but a fuck buddy. Are you sure that you’re not sorry to be pregnant with my kid?”“How could I be sorry?” She screamed, her voice filling the room and beyond, “How can I be sorry when I love you so much? When I already love our baby so much?”The fear of the last week seemed to close in on her and she could hold back the tears no longer. She sobbed without trying to stop it and the next thing she knew she was sitting in Oliver’s lap, his strong arms around her.“I’m sorry,” he whispered it over and over; “I love you.”“I love you too, Ollie,” she wasn’t sure how long he’d been holding her, but when she could finally breathe again it was the first thing she said.He pulled away and kissed her forehead, “I’m sorry I yelled. I just…you just fainted Chlo, and then I get here and Emil’s ordering an ultrasound and I was just…I could tell from the way he talked to me that he thought I knew. Then I realized that meant you knew and hadn’t told me.”“I should have.”“It doesn’t matter.”“It does. It was never because I wasn’t happy, Ollie. I was just so scared. It was so hard to admit that I loved you, to trust my heart to someone again. All of a sudden there was proof of that love. There was an innocent little life that we made together and it seemed so huge. I couldn’t see through all that fear. Then tonight we were sitting with our friends, our family, and laughing and I realized that I was holding on to some fear that didn’t even really exist anymore. I don’t want to be afraid. I want to enjoy every moment of this because….we’re having a baby, Ollie.”His smile was wide, one of pure happiness, “Yeah, we are. I, uh, I had a better plan for this, but with everything that’s gone on tonight,” he paused and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a ring, a simple band with a simple diamond that would look perfect on her small but unbelievably capable hands.“Will you marry me, Chloe?”She feels absolutely no fear as she answers his questions.“Yes.”
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To say that their lives are busy is an understatement.She’s the president of a network doing up fronts via satellite as she pumps breast milk in between interviews.A new baby, their beautiful Rebecca, her job, and his job revitalizing Studio 60 add that all together and it left very little time for the two of them.Still, Danny was determined that they weren’t going to let anything lead them away from each other.So once a month no matter what was going on, baring a Rebecca related emergency, they had a date night.They never went anywhere fancy. They never went anywhere they could be spotted.They rented a hotel room and ordered room service. They sat in the corner of a small restaurant and fed each other.They hid in a bad movie a necked it.It was sweet. It was like she was a teenager again.More than that it was so very like Danny.It makes her love him all the more.
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She’s perfect…from her hair to her diamonds, to her shoes she’s always perfect and rich. She’s so damn rich he can’t even imagine it. It’s something she never has to think about, never has to wonder if they’ll be food at home, if she’ll have to wear her clothes until she grows out of them, or have people make fun of her because her father’s a drunk bum.Still, she comes and stays in his crappy little room, and lays on his shitty bed and smiles at him and pulls him close. She ignores the yelling, the broken bottles as they come up the stairs, ignores that she deserves much more than him.She loves him, lets him kiss her, touch her, make…fuck her, and all of it makes him feel alive…makes him feel rich.Who needs money or clothes? He doesn’t…he just needs Claire.
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Linden shouldn’t be surprised that she ends up in bed with Holder.She shouldn’t be. There are probably plenty of people who wouldn’t be surprised…like a bunch of people they work with everyday.However, should or should not doesn’t matter because she does end up in bed with Holder.He fucks like he does everything else…with insane intensity. She’s not sure her toes have ever curled in her life until he did that thing with his tongue.Fucking hell his fucking tongue.“I thought you weren’t going to kiss me again,” she says, although her mind and her mouth don’t seem to be synched.“I’m a junkie, Linden, we fucking lie all the time. Besides you got all cuddled up to me.”“It was raining and cold. I didn’t cuddle. I conserved heat.”“Fucking cuddled me.”“Fuck you,” she said, pushing off his chest to grab her cigarettes.“Don’t be like that,” he said, grabbing her cigarette and taking a drag.She glared at him, “I didn’t say I would share.”“You always do,” he said, “You like me too much not to share with me.”“I don’t like you at all.”He smiled, placing the cigarette back in her mouth. He watches her breathe the smoke in or out before reaching over again and putting it out in the ashtray.“Why did you do that? I wasn’t done.”“Sorry about that Linden, but I’m going to have to get back to not kissing you again.”“Holder, wait, we should talk about this and…” her words trailed off as his hands cupped her breasts, “you are such a…”“Shut the fuck up, Linden,” he says and she hates that it sounds a little like a vow of love or something but she does shut the fuck up.She does not cuddle him, though, no matter what he says.
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Linden was a tiny thing, man, a real tiny thing. She was tough as shit and he’d trust her to back him up anytime, but sometimes he’d look down at her and just think how tiny she really was.Sometimes he’d look down at her and look down her shirt.They’d been on the road together for nearly two years. They moved around and took jobs investigating wherever they were needed. For the first six months it was rough and they basically barely survived, but he was used to that so it never really bothered him.Then they solved a cold case of a very rich man’s oldest son. Suddenly they were getting offers to work all over the country. Right now they were staying in a four star hotel.Of course, they shared a room, even when the client would pay for two. Linden showered while he shaved and he didn’t close the door when he took a piss and she got dressed in front of him all the time.He didn’t comment when she occasionally went on a date with an older man and she ignored it when he found a big breasted girl to fuck.For two years that worked fairly well for them.Then, all at once, he got very, very tired of it.So one night while she was undressing right in front of him and making him insane he wrapped his hands around her thighs and hoisted her body up until her legs were around his waist.Then he kissed her and she kissed him back and he pressed her back against the wall as she yanked at his shirt.“No more assholes,” he whispers when he’s inside her.“Fuck off,” she tells him, nails digging into his shoulders as she moves against him, “No more fucking bimbos.”“Fine,” he says, “Just us,” he grins at her, “we’ll kill each other.”“I’ll risk it if you will.”“Risk is my middle name, Linden.”“Stop talking before I change my mind.”His hands cupped her hips and he began to lift her up and down again to meet his thrusts, “I’ve got better things to do than talk.”
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The first night of their honeymoon she’d passed out almost the minute they got there. The wedding, the traveling, it was all just too much for her four month pregnant self and she went to sleep the moment she landed on the bed and snored her way until morning.It wasn’t until later that day that she realized they hadn’t really had a wedding night, since their reception had gone on until well into the night, followed by a long day of traveling, and now it was nearly 48 hours since they got married and they hadn’t consummated it yet.That was a major problem in her eyes, and with her hormones that seemed to suddenly want nothing more than to fuck her new husband.In bed, Jim reached over to pat her belly and she pulled off her top and climbed on top of him. Sometimes it was best to be forward and direct and she made herself very clear when she brought his hands up to cup her breasts.After several tries and missteps they were finally married, and now it was time to seal the deal…just for good measure.&&&&&&
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Prompt: minutesIt takes only minutes for him to decide that he doesn’t like her. Its not because she’s a female cop. He has no problem with female cops, and he doesn’t just say that shit like some men, he literally doesn’t give a fucking shit. If you’re willing to walk into a crack den next to him then why the fuck doesn’t matter if you sit down to pee. It’s always been that way for him. He treats the women on the squad the same as the men, they’re his co-workers, they help him get his job done, help him put bad motherfuckers away. He’d die for any one of them.But he doesn’t want to work with Casey, not because she has breasts, but because he notices her breasts. Hell he likes her breasts.And he notices that she’s wearing a thong because he’s staring at her ass. Her ass is extremely smackable. He thinks he’d like to smack it as he drove into her from behind.That though right there is why it only takes five minutes for him to decide he doesn’t want to work with Casey Shraeger.It also only takes about five minutes to figure out that he doesn’t have a choice…so maybe he should try and scare her off or something. Nothing personal, just protecting his own ass…by staying far away from hers.
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“Baby, you take up the world’s oldest trade?” Weevil smirked as Veronica walked into Mars Investigations.“This is for work,” she said as he leered at her, “I was catching bad guys.”“Sweetheart, I can see your ass and your tits in that thing and I’m not even trying.”“I told you it was for work. I put a disgusting pervert away today thank you very much. You know, I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation…where’s my dad?”“Sorry, pumpkin, Daddy took the day off. I’m guarding the gates for the day. So, I can see you’re not wearing a bra under that poor excuse for a shirt…how about on that ass of yours?”“You’re disgusting.”“You did not say that last time you were fucking me. Come on, V, we’ve never done it in here.”“I am not having sex with you in my father’s office.”Weevil smiled wide showing off his teeth, “Oh V, you know I do love a challenge.”Veronica shook her head, backing away from him, but he was fast and soon she was on the desk and his hands were roaming. She was naked under her scant clothing and within seconds he had his hands on her hot flesh, touching and tasting every inch that he could get his hands on.“Fuck, V, you just get hotter every single day.”“I guess I should dress like a whore every day, huh?”Eli kissed her cheek, “Nah, I like you naked bed. Just like this,” he presses forward, pushes inside her and she screams it feels so good.It’s just about then that her father comes in.“Well,” Eli says, still pressing his mouth, and everything else, against her body, “Guess I’m fired.”
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BtVS/Supernatural, Dawn/Sam, Frisky BusinessSam had no problem with a woman who knew what she wanted, but there was no way he could have been prepared for dealing with Dawn Summers.Her face was pure innocence. She’d turned 22 last week, but she still looked like a seventeen year old and that was with make-up.Her face might appear innocent, but she was anything but. After two weeks of dating, she’d decided that she’d had enough of waiting for him to make the move.And he found himself flat on his back with her not so innocent hand in his pants.Her mouth wasn’t all that innocent either. It was damn right frisky at the moment.“Dawn, fuck, Dawn, where did you…where did you even learn that?” he said as she took more of him than anyone ever had. Fuck, how was she even doing this with that tiny mouth of hers.She pulled away and smirked, “I don’t have a gag reflex. Also, Buffy didn’t let me date for years so I read a lot of dirty books. You know, I research.”Her mouth went back to work and Sam realized he’d finally found someone that loved research and knowledge as much as he did…although his new love in life was whatever the fuck she was doing with her tongue.Perfect frisky woman.
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“Well, you’ve certainly fucked things up but good here.”“Thanks, Faith,” Dean said, “that helps a lot. Also, I didn’t fuck it up…nevermind.”Faith patted his shoulder, “How is Sam doing?”“He caused Lucifer to rise from hell and walk on Earth. How do you think he’s doing?”“Right. I still can’t believe you didn’t call me. I’ve faced three apocalypses before…is that apocalyi?”“Do I look like research boy to you?”“Whatever, I’ve still faced it at least twice more than you have and I’ve got researches galore and a freaking legion of Slayers behind me. One phone call was all it would have taken.”“Okay, I fucked up. Can we get over it and help me now?”“First, we have to unfunk your brother. Giles and Buffy and everyone else will be here tomorrow and we need to start to kick ass.”Dean smirked, “You still like to fuck and eat after slaying?”Faith answered his smile, “After killing Satan himself...I’m going to eat a fucking horse and fuck myself a Winchester.”Dean watched her leave with a huge grin, but then suddenly he frowned, “Which Winchester?”
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Prompt:It was cold, bitter wind whipping over him as he parked his bike in the back of the small house. No one ever believed that it got cold in California, but it did. Sometimes it was so cold that he felt it to his bones…and he needed a little something special to warm him back up.Lacey Winston was a gorgeous, redheaded divorcee with two teenagers, a boy and a girl, who spent every other weekend and Wednesday with their father.Their father was Mack Winston, a fucking asshole who’d cheated on Lacey with every whore in town before trying to leave her penniless, with nothing to show for supporting his legal career for years.Samcro had dealt with that very quickly. Assholes like Mack might live in the big city, but they grew up in Charming and they knew better than to cross them.Mack had changed his mind and decided to give his wife the proper alimony and child support. Tig had always liked Lacey, who was cute as hell even when she was a teenager, and had grown into a gorgeous woman.She was a gorgeous woman with no desire to remarry or be tied to any man, but also with the needs of every woman her age. Tig was more than happy to take care of all those needs.He used his key to slip in the back door and headed up the stairs, calling out for Lacey and being rewarded with her presence in the hallway.“Well you’re a sight for sore fucking eyes,” he said, grinning as he stared at her.She was in a red, silk thing, and he liked that she did that for him even if he’d have been just as happy to rip off normal clothes. The material clung to her rounded figure…to her curvy hips, her sweet ass, and those gorgeous tits—the best and biggest real set he’d ever fucking seen. “You’re spending an awfully long time just looking,” she told him, grinning and shaking her head a little, letting her loose, red curls bounce around.He let out a little groan and ran up the last few steps, grabbing her and pulling her down on the bed. He tore at the nightgown, ripping it and her panties to shreds, “You didn’t want those, did you?”She shook her head, and then let out a gasp as he buried his face between her breasts, “Tig.”“You know the problem with you,” he said as he flipped her over so she was on top, “Too many good parts.”“That’s a problem.”“Hell yeah, too many fucking choices. Should I fuck you like this?” he asked, thrusting his hips up against her, “and bury my face in those glorious tits or…” she shrieked as she found herself face down on the bed, “should I do you like this…get my hands on this ass.”“Like this,” she said immediately, wiggling her ass, “like this, Tig, like this.”“Really want it,” he said, sliding his hand between her legs, “fuck, you’re wet.”“Couldn’t wait for you…touched myself before you got here.”The admission sent him over the edge and he dug in his pocket for a condom, barely getting his jeans down to his knees before he thrust inside her.“Feel so good, sugar,” Tig brought his hand down against her ass, giving it a slap before moving his hands to her hips, jerking her body back and forth over his dick.Lacey dug her fingers into the bedspread, thrusting back to meet each of his movements, “Harder…fuck me harder.”His hand slid around her body, finger pressing on her clit as he moved faster, letting loose as she moved under him. She came hard, her muscles tightening around him until he came, biting down on the soft skin of her shoulder and leaving a bruise she’d feel for days.They collapsed to the bed. She tried to get her breathing under control as he pushed off the rest of his clothes and lay down next to her.She was still face down on the bed and he reached over to trace his hand up and down her spine. He got to her ass and let his hand rest on one soft globe, squeezing a bit and making her shiver.“Give me a few minutes,” he promised, leaning over to kiss the bruise he’d made, “we’ll try that again.”Lacey moaned, “You’re going to kill me. I’m not like all those teenagers you usually fuck.”He frowned, reaching for her arm and pulling her onto her back, “What the fuck does that mean?”“Nothing, just…you, my ex-husband, I’m used to being the old bitch on the block. Just reminding you I’m not a porn star…in case you forgot.”“What the fuck is wrong with you? I come in, we fuck, and now you’re PMSing.”She glared at him, then her face softened, “Forget it. I’m being stupid. Why don’t you come over here and take my mind off it?”He rolled toward her, ready to hop on for another long, slow ride, one that had no deep thoughts and no concerns.He ended up reaching for a cigarette, lighting it as he pulled her into his arms, “Tell me what’s wrong.”She sighed, “We don’t have to do this. This isn’t why you come here.”“I’m not going to argue with you. You want to tell me or you wouldn’t bring it up. I’ve got to leave town in the morning so stop being such a fucking woman and tell me what’s wrong so I can kill it.”Lacey shook her head, “My ex-husband brought me a picture of you and this blonde woman…she was young and she was sucking your cock.”“It’s not like you didn’t know about the other women, sugar, you know who I am.”“Yeah, but I thought I was different.”“You are different. You know that.”“Then how come no one can know about us. My ass of an ex only thinks it because you went to talk to him before the divorce. What about everyone else? I know no one at the Club knows, and no one in town. Why do we have to hide? Is it just because you want to screw other women, because I’m used to my men doing that.”“But you don’t deserve it. Listen, Lace, I’m fucked up. You become my old lady, you’ll get fucked up. You got two kids, good kids, and if you become my old lady they get fucked up.”“But now…”“Now, I barely see them. I see you every few weeks, we have some fun and then you have your normal life. You start coming to the clubhouse, getting my guns for me, doing that shit and its quicksand.”“The other guys have women.”“The other guys aren’t me. I’m not just a member of the fucking gang, Lacey, I’m a fucking enforcer. I’m the one that lives in the blood…and most of the time I like it. I’m fucked up in ways you could never imagine and no matter how much I want you or how much peace I might get from being with you, I will never bring you into my fucking world.”She was silent for a long time, before she pressed her head against his chest, “But…if you were going to have an old lady?”“No one else, sugar. Come on,” he said, pressing her on her back and leaning over her, “Where else could I go and find an ass like this? You are the sweetest ride in town—best pussy for miles.”“You’re such a sweetheart, Tiggy. Why don’t you fuck me again—show me how nice my ass is?”Tig’s smile was pure mischief, “Better get started then…I’ve only got all night.”
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"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" Tig asked, leaning against the bar next to the redhead.She smiled. "I just moved to town," she murmured. "Thought I should see the sights now that I finally got rid of my asshole ex.""Now why would anyone want to be your ex?"She shrugged. "You'd have to ask him, or maybe his little 20 year old blonde secretary.""Man sounds like an idiot."She nodded. "I like to think so.""So what do you think of Charming so far?"She reached out, running her fingers around the rim of her glass. "Lives up to the name. You're one of those bikers, huh? I heard about you.""You believe everything you hear?""Depends on who's saying it.""And what do they say?""They say you're trouble," she smiled at him. "And that sounds like it's exactly what I need."He tucked a curl behind her ear. "You have no idea.""Why don't you tell me exactly how much trouble I'm in?"Tig wastes no time wrapping his hands around her waist. When she doesn’t pull away and instead leans closer he lets his hands slide down to get a feel of that ass, which is even sweeter than he imagined.“I can show you a lot more trouble back at my place.”“I don’t even know you’re name.”“And I don’t know yours, but I know all I need to know, sweetheart.”“Oh, what do you know?” one perfect sculpted eyebrow rose as she questioned him.“I know you’re going to taste sweet and spicy and when I get my mouth on you I’m going to make you come like you’ve never imagined. I’m going to make you scream for me.”Her body shivered against his and he tugged her closer, leaning in to nibble on her earlobe.“My place,” she said after a few moments, when she could breathe again, “you have to come to my place.”“As long as I’m coming I don’t care where we are,” he pulled back a little and reached for her jacket, “I’m Tig by the way.”“Christina,” she said with a smile, more confident now that they were back on the same level. He put his hand against the small of her back and lead her out.She had a feeling it would be a night she never forgot.